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You pulled up to the station on a chilly morning. It was only your second week at the Colorado Springs Police Department but your first week flew by so fast with several introductions, HR nonsense and figuring out what exactly you'd be doing that you still felt that nervous 'first-day' feeling. Of course, you could do without your first official assignment; filing paperwork.
You thought to yourself "Why do they always have to initiate the new hires with all the shit work that no one else wants to do?"...
"Whatever." You said out loud this time, begrudgingly, before turning the ignition off and getting out of the car.
You spent years studying criminal justice with future plans of becoming a lead detective someday. You ended up in Colorado Springs unexpectedly a few weeks ago when you heard their investigation unit was graced with top-quality talent. You thought it would be a smart career move since you wanted to find a mentor with a good reputation. But what you found was... Flip Zimmerman. Tall, hazel eyes, with beautiful dark hair that fell below his ears in such a groomed yet bed head styled manner. He was charming, mysterious... and the unit's best detective. THAT man was your mentor. And as of right now, you were only his coffee bitch. Black, no sugar. Of course, that's how he takes it.
"Mornin' newbie," Flip said without looking up from his newspaper. You placed his cup of coffee on his desk. "Well look at that, you're already remembering the important things." He said with a smirk. "Good."
"You got it. Need anything else?" you said, quietly hoping he would request some kind of sexy favor just like in those cheap, badly written porno stories.
"Nope. All set." He said as he brought the coffee to his full lips and took a long sip.
"Ok. Cool. I'll just...go back to the filing room, I guess." The words trailed out of your mouth drenched with desperation but he didn't react. Jesus, get yourself together. He's not interested in playing games with you. You turned to walk away feeling silly about your thoughts.
"Wait." He spoke up, his voice low and deep. "Come here."
You froze; turned slowly back around and walked toward him, your heart pounding.
"Yes?" Your voice cracked a bit. "What is it?"
His eyes were burning into yours. You didn't know what exactly was happening other than you felt like you might explode with ecstasy just from staring at each other.
"This coffee is cold. Warm it up." He said, as a flirtatious smile slowly drew across his face. It was such a ridiculous request but at that point, you're willing to do anything if he smiles at you like that.
"Really? That's what you need?" You replied, gesturing to the mug. "I suppose operating a microwave is an acquired skill that not many have."
As you leaned over his desk and grabbed the coffee mug you looked at him once more
As you leaned over his desk and grabbed the coffee mug you looked at him once more. He's leaned back in his chair and watching your every move. "Good girl." He said almost under his breath as if he didn't want anyone else to hear.
What. Was. That. You thought to yourself as you warmed up his coffee. Is he interested in you? Or he is just messing around? You recalled during all the HR paperwork and lectures that any type of sexual relations with co-workers and superiors was strictly forbidden as it interfered with maintaining a conflict free work environment. Surely, Flip knew those rules existed and wouldn't jeopardize his career just for some newbie ass. But it did make you wonder if his... "good girl"...was a signal to you that he was open to something more.
You know in order to learn anything from this impossibly gorgeous man and move up in the department, you will need to keep your focus in check, keep your mind out of the gutter and keep your hands to yourself. But goddamn, does he make those three simple rules so difficult to follow. It doesn't help that he looks better in a flannel then most other men look in a well-tailored suit. Plus, he's a qualified expert rifleman... another fun fact you learned when he took you to shooting practice that afternoon. Not only do you want this man in your corner during a shootout, you also want him in your bed.
Flip never seemed to be phased by much
Flip never seemed to be phased by much. He's a very hard to read kind of guy. During homicide investigations, he was always quiet yet studious. He never let his personal life or emotions get in the way of getting the job done. Although it did seem that he lived at the station, you hardly ever saw him leave to do anything that wasn't work-related. Since you were still new in town, you hadn't made any friends yet, but that was fine. Your main priority was work anyway. But you still managed to take yourself out to the low-key pub down the street after work on occasion. It was owned and operated by the same old guy for the past 20 years, Rick. Hence the name, Rick's Place.
You worked until around 9PM that evening before you headed out. Flip was still, of course, reviewing case documents with another detective in a meeting room. You passed by the meeting room window and nodded to Flip that you were leaving. He looked up a moment, considered you, then nodded back as an indication of "goodbye" and "I'll be here a few more hours".
You drove a few blocks down to Rick's Place, pulled up a seat at the bar and ordered a sandwich and a beer. You were exhausted and had barely eaten anything all day. Rick dropped off your food and chatted for a bit, the usual casual small talk when suddenly he said loudly "FLIP! Good to see you! Been a while." You almost choked on your dinner when you heard his name. Turning around you saw Flip walking in, alone, in all his prepossessing glory. He must get hit on all the time at the bar by sleazy women. That thought almost made you lose your dinner.
"Well, well... guess you didn't make it very far." He smirked as if he was judging you for indulging in some quality me-time. "Hey Rick, my usual, please."
"Oh, funny. You know the word 'Please'." You shot back at him as a jab from your previous coffee encounter that morning.
He didn't react. No smile. No eye contact. In fact, he just looked down at the bar totally expressionless as if he was in deep thought of something else. That made you feel strange, almost ignored.
Changing the subject, you said "so, how's the case going? Making any headway?"
"It's complex. Involves a lot of undercover work on my part." He goes on as he takes the first swig of his beer. You can't help but watch his lips pursed around the bottle as he pulls his head back and closes his eyes. For fuck sake, everything he does is laced in a hundred layers of pure sex. "I'll be working late most nights until it's closed."
"Oh." Was all you could muster up after shaking the inappropriate thoughts from your head. "Um... if there's anything I can do to help... you know... maybe bring you coffee while you're out undercover and totally oust you, just let me know." You hoped the light-hearted joke would warm him up to you.
A small chuckle came from him as he looked down at the bar. "I'll keep that in mind." He looked back up and locked eyes with you. There it was again. That feeling of being on the brink of explosion. You wanted nothing more than for him to grab you, pull you onto the bar, and devour you right there in front of everyone. Well, everyone meaning Rick and that one drunk guy at the end of the bar in a dead slumber.
Does he feel it, too? You wondered. Before you could consider it more, he broke the gaze, placed a $20 on the bar, and told Rick to put your dinner on his tab.
"Oh, you really don't ha..." he interrupted you.
"Enough." He put his hand up to stop you from continuing. Christ, his hands are huge. He moved closer to you and with his voice low and sultry said "It's the least I can do for a good girl."
You froze. Heart beating so loudly you could hear it in your head. He turned to wave at Rick and then before you could even object again, he was out the door.